There are countless lies dripping off the tip of my tongue,
Melting through the ground beneath,
Creating a peephole to the center of the earth.

Staring back into my agonized face-
A judgemental, fiery eye scorching every piece of flesh it can see.
Something ignored today can also be ignored tomorrow,
Until it erupts from below, leaving me to molten fate.

Ignoring? What can I say? You seem to know better than I what my answer would be, and yet you ask anyway.
I can't bring myself to deny it to your face,
So what else can I say?
If I pretend it never existed,
My days remain peaceful,
Until they simply can't,
And so I dread the rising sun and the twittering birds,
Praying that dusk will help me fade.